Dig this song, a lot.

Cripple Creek Fairy takes me back to some crazy times.

Beautiful.

Coocoocachoo. Spell check that for me, someone.

So pretty much all encompassing.

I fired one up on your behalf, ETA. I know, but everyone has a monkey or two on their back.

121? You totally win the hell on earth award. For the rest of us, it's just orientation.

Check out this gem, Luv. Janis. Summertime.

Why I’m Here. Oleander. Sometimes I need a reminder.

Starred and co-signed by a Texas resident, hell on earth (107 today with the heat index, which is a real thing. Come at me Arizona, dry heat truthers.)

You’re in the greys (as am I). That in itself should answer your question. Yeah, this is a late post.

Great story. Thanks.

Another drinking song. Warm Beer Cold Women. Tom Waits.

Dude. Really? You had me until now. Why call out two states out of 50. Specifically these two. Because, Southern. I get it. As a NOLA expat, sure, we have a fine tradition of bad politicians, but look around, disingenuous wit and a dose of regional bias. Guess you're among friends. Have a great day.

But can you open a bottle of champagne with a sword?

That tune never gets old.

Good job! I’m envisioning you holding the phone/camera perfectly still (very little shakeage) and yet dancing like a mad man. How do you do it?

Heard this on the radio yesterday. The video is pretty good, too. Fall Down. Toad The Wet Sprocket

Great haiku, my friend. May you celebrate many more!

Keep it up, and you’ll be sent to re-education classes.